Lyrics : Tim Larcombe/Ashley Frangipane/Jim Elliot
Music : Tim Larcombe/Ashley Frangipane/Jim Elliot
Everybody wants to know if we ****ed on the bathroom sink
How your hands felt in my hair, if we were high on amphetamines
And everybody wants to hear how we chain-smoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name, and how you gripped my hips so mean
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no-no-no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to ****ing tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything
Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Or put it deep beneath the track
Like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know
'Bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a god
They can't believe I made you weak
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no-no-no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to ****ing tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down
And I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything
These days, I can't seem to get along with anyone
Get by with anyone
These days, I can't seem to make this right
Well, is this fine? Will you be alright?
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to ****ing tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down
And I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to ****ing tell you anything, anything